Outside My Window

Outside My Window

Just lying here.
Waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in.
Thrown a towel over the mirror,
so I don't see the spirits. And the lights are on,
cause I'm scared of shadows.
I've lost my brain, I think I'm insane.
Kinda pissed, I ran out of enthusiasm.
Sorry, whoops.
We don't talk about that.

What's running through my mind?
Thoughts of that old flame,
a recent, horrible, nightmare,
and my swollen eyes.
But then I'm distracted by the noise.
Outside my window.
My heart is pounding,
feel the terror numb me,
blood clots and freezes,
and now I can't move.
I think I'm insane, I think I'm insane.

Almost paranoid,
by my irrational fear.
I swear I can hear,
heavy breathing that is not mine.
This world brings out the child in me.
I'm so, so scared.

But which is worse?
What is Outside My Window?
Or inside my head?

I'm just wondering.
Can I take a few more of those pills?
I want to rest,
for a long, long time.

Oh, God, no.
No no no.
I think I'm insane.
I think I'm insane.